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Priority Boarding
01:17
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Flying over land
I settle down and let my feet expand
I’ve got my drink in hand
And my schedule planned
If you want to come in
This junket's really happening
Everybody's welcome
We're all Scandinavian
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I don't believe in being nice
Disagreeableness is the spice of life
I don't agree with the liberal right
Or left wing Nazis full of spite
Argue, argue
I just want to disagree with you
You're so dumb, you're so right on
I'm gonna bash you, I'm gonna smash you
I don't believe in anything, I just don't
People always ask what's wrong with me
There's disgrace in the space where my manners should be
Contrarian is such a stupid word
That says nothing about how I see the world
I'm so sangfroid with my antisocial élan
I was born to argue
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3. |
Autumn Coat
03:30
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Our room
I remember feeling it's a tomb
But I didn't wanna move
The gloom
The only light's the freezing moon
The morning came too soon
It's hard to say
Why I loved those difficult days
Now you're gone
I still see you sometimes in our room
In my autumn coat
The news
My world changed that afternoon
That I would bury you
Your shoes
Your closet's full of things I can't use
But my coat went with you
To get along
I see you sometimes in our room
In my autumn coat
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4. |
New Men
02:57
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A truck along the coast tonight
We've got our hearts in mouths
But everyone's ready to fight
All alone with our thoughts enroute
We keep our dream alive
The enemy's a blur in sight
We never get scared
Believe it's true
We never get scared anywhere
As new men it's not possible
Camouflage green is black but the moon is bright
The world is hyper real
The skin around my skeleton is tight
The sound of blood in my head is like a piston sliding
Far and high I hear a girl cry
The engine stalls, the tank runs dry
We float in a sea of light
There are always new men to atomise
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5. |
Choose Science
03:44
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When I was in school, science didn't capture my imagination
I just found it boring
It was thick black and white textbooks full of technical jargon
Nowadays, being into science is cool
You see all these kids who are proud to be nerds, walking around with backpacks and straight clothes
Their parents encourage it
There's all this propaganda about technology being the future and if you've got a brain for science then you should consider yourself lucky
It's a guarantee of a good job and a life of constant discovery and happiness
When I go to sleep
At night I see
Equations in my head
Like counting sheep
All these mysteries
And our histories
Conspire to conclude
That evangelically science chose me
It's just a total lie
Most scientists spend their time making E numbers and housecleaning products
They're slaves to giant corporations
It's true that I wish I knew how to fix the toaster or self-diagnose when I'm poorly
But I like a little mystery
I choose feel, I choose soul
I follow my gut over data protocol
I choose sight, I choose sound
I want the world, not just its coordinates down
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6. |
Melody Glade
03:41
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I'm sifting through the worrying days
Going over mistakes that I made
Thoughts drifting in a summer day haze
Can we dance now?
Serenade
Can't seem to get things done
I'm dreaming in the melody glade
Can we dance now?
And go round again
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7. |
Radio Blaster
00:43
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8. |
Ghetto Blaster
04:07
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There's a battered boom box in the depths of my heart
There's a mix tape stuck in my biology
I'm still a kid on the kitchen top on a Sunday night dubbing Top 40 on that old Sony
Had a skateboard I could never get the hang of
And a console I could never play that well
And an older girl, I could never tell her how I felt so I overkilled Peter Gabriel
Ghetto blaster forever after
Ghetto blaster forever
We're an alt country in a foreign language
We're a resettled transient community
We're the backseat boys on long car rides in the late Cold War
Kids like me know kids like me
I never thought there'd be a ghost town in my history
It always seemed so real
At least it always felt so
Home is where the heart falls out
It's an accidental overture
To bigger worlds and more and more and more
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9. |
I Own an Island
03:49
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I own an isle
I own an island
Why?
I don't know
I am the devil at Smuggler's Cove
I own the children running wild in the coconut grove
I am the snake that doesn't show
I own the old brick banking house out on our only road
I am the hidden Lesser Antilles
A tiny, slivered jewel of the seven seas
Amelia Earhart debris
Collects across the sands off the Windward breeze
I lent my name to an autumn storm
Turned into a hurricane that blew down our general store
I own the battered fishing trawl
I own the men chained to the rafts along the savage shore
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10. |
Dans Le Monde Entier
01:40
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Dans le monde entier
Les gens doivent se rencontrer et
Il y a quelqu'un comme moi
Sentant une douleur dans leur coeur
Dans le monde entier
D'autres sont tristes ce soir
Il y a quelqu'un comme moi
Regarder la lumière du soleil se faner
Pensez-vous à moi maintenant
Manquant de me voir
Si vous m'avez oublié
Mon monde viendra tomber
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11. |
Warriors of the Weekend
01:53
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Warriors of the weekend
We headed on out
Like prehistoric madmen
Boozing for a fight
I don't look back in anger
On the punch that blew my world
Because it knocked me to the future
Of a parallel universe
‘Times have changed
Since your head hit the ground’
That's what they said when they brought me around
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12. |
Pax Americana
04:41
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You can fool some of the people all the time
To chase a white whale under Stars and Stripes
I can't see the world through other peoples' eyes
But rags to riches is an ancient nursery rhyme
I'm at the mid point of my life
Can't take it back to a simpler time
From here on in it's slow then precipitous decline
Pax Americana
Well, goodbye
The world is a snake eating its own tail
Peace is hell, the torturers prevail
I remember when my knees first began to fail
Gotta flex your head to see things in a different way
It's not a low point in the history of our time
It's just political paradigm
It's in our gift to try and climb great heights
Pax Americana
Let's not lie
No golden past, we're nowhere near the pinnacle
Don't get nostalgic, it's oh-so-fucking cynical
Not left, not right, I won't align!
Hallucinate in a New World Order
No more Pax Americana
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SCANDINAVIA London, UK
Shamelessly celebrating the middle-class libido since 2011.
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